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Post by Random on Mar 25, 2007 17:11:30 GMT -5
Rhyme strode into the land. Her innocence had already been stolen from her. She had grown up to be used by stags. She was used to being screwed for the fun of it. She let them do it to. If she did not she would get beaten. So now everytime she meets with a new stag she turned her bodice to them, and everytime she does, they mount. She didn't mind. Most of them were pleasureable. Some just did it because she gave them the chance. Most of them actually humped her for hours. Thats the kind of f**k she loved. Could she find a stag who could do that for her whenever she felt horny? |
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Post by atlanta on Mar 25, 2007 17:16:52 GMT -5
the ebonite hession strode the realms easily, there was a lone fatale, her eyes seemed to gleam with some kind of emotion, she approached 'lo M'lady lyricals play as he bowed to the essa I am Atlas might I ask your calling? he played in truth riddled lyric.
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Post by Random on Mar 25, 2007 17:24:20 GMT -5
She had smelt the brute approach. When she turned to meet him eye to eye, she wondered if he knew that she was in heat. Well either way it seems like she is getting a home shortly. She didn't care what he did with her. Just take her to his lands or claim her. She automatically turned from him and gave him her rear end. Thinking that it was all brutes wanted. |
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Post by atlanta on Mar 25, 2007 17:26:56 GMT -5
he looked quizically at the essa and walked around to her facade m'lady are you taunting me? he asked softly his eyes kind but questionable, his ebonite hide shone slightly, the fea was strange
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Post by Random on Mar 25, 2007 17:32:09 GMT -5
She looked at him confused. Taunting him? No, she was going to let him mount her. She didn't know what to say. Unsure of why he did not mount. She then spoke. I figured that is what you wanted... I was raised that way. Was all she spoke. And they were soft lyrics. She wondered if they were even loud enough to be heard. They must have been, she could hear them. |
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Post by artemis on Mar 25, 2007 18:11:09 GMT -5
His carcass moved onto the land, breathing in the atmoshere as his pillars propelled himself further into the land of claiming. His dappled pelt streched and tightened with everystride, as his muscles beneath did thhe same. Ghostly plume streamed out behind as banner billowed vilontly against his own wind. He came to this land for one reason. To find a banshee to add to his hearm, and possibly, to screw. There, he spotted a wench not to far away, speaking with another. Why was her back turned to him? Anywho, Ethello parked his bodice near the fae as his lyrics reached out to her. "Hello, banshee. I am tagged Ethello, what are you dubbed?" |
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Post by atlanta on Mar 26, 2007 15:45:53 GMT -5
Hession looked at her, raised that way..what kind of life did this mare have? he thought, he spoke once more No M'lady that is not what I wish for at the moment, I only mount mares if they are in my harem and want an heir lyri ply softly, his eyes a deep mahogany, he cuaght sight of the other stag unsure of what to say. |
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Post by Random on Apr 18, 2007 16:08:04 GMT -5
Rhyme bowed to the two. She watched the other walk into the terra and she decided not to do the same thing as she did with the other. She smirked up to the other, who had asked her name, and whinnied softly. "I am dubbed Rhyme." She spoke quietly. Waiting to see what this mister wanted. |
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